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Tang Xiao walked over there just in time to hear the old man muttering, "Hey, the little girl on the plane just now was quite fresh, why didn't she come down with us?"

"Huh?" Tang Xiao picked out his ears, feeling as if he heard it wrong.

"Oh, you are the Supreme Commander, right? Hello, hello, hello." The old man noticed Tang Xiao coming, nodded at him with a smile, and even came over to shake hands.

"Ah, hello, Professor Chi. We have met your needs as much as possible, and now we wake you up in the hope that we can use your knowledge and wisdom to help us." Tang Xiao said.

Unexpectedly, the old man shook his head. He looked past Tang Xiao and looked back. Although it was thriving, he could still see that it was a colony that had just started, "Oh, why did you wake me up so early? I actually signed up to change places for retirement."

"Eh?"

"I have been busy all my life, and I want to be free. But, people are used to busy work, how can I be free? I just sit in the garden and smoke, and I can't help but put the shredded tobacco into a propeller. So, I just thought, if I change to another planet for retirement, maybe I won't be able to hold so many things in my mind. I can also sleep in." Chi Jianjun said weakly.

"This..."

"So, it doesn't really matter if you have a mansion or something. I was just thinking, if you can build a mansion, then the material conditions are enough. If you have a mature technical team, it doesn't matter if you have me or not. Large-scale test bases are built. Wake up, scientific research should be fruitful. So at that time, wouldn't it be just right for me to wake up and sleep late?"

"Then what... Isn't this what you mean by not bothering you with small problems, and you don't care about big problems?"

"Hey, being a Supreme Commander at a young age, it's different just with this kind of understanding. Well, where is the mansion where I retire?"

"Didn't you just say that mansions don't matter?"

"Do I always need a place to live?"

Tang Xiao collapsed all of a sudden, what happened to Professor Devil? What about the national treasure-level aerospace master? How did you come here to be a bad old man who wants to sleep in all day and is greedy for other little girls?

"Gulaham, take Professor Chi to his mansion. It's getting late, and the old man is exhausted from the journey. Let's rest for a night first." Tang Xiao quickly adjusted his state and told Gulaham not to say a word.

After sending Professor Chi Jianjun away, Tang Xiao scratched his head, feeling that his head was getting bigger.

"Supreme Commander, is this old man reliable? Why doesn't he look like a very powerful person?" An administrative official whispered behind Tang Xiao.

"Who said that? Mr. Chi is a master-level expert! Master, do you know? How can such a person be judged by common sense? Go back first and do the work you are doing well! Let go." Tang Xiao waved Wave them all away.

Then Tang Xiao also went back to his mansion to sleep and planned to talk to Professor Chi again tomorrow morning.

...

Meanwhile, the outer ring of the galaxy, the Planet Tatooine.

The Lancer YT-1000 spacecraft landed slowly and docked at a berth. In the spaceship, while shutting down the engine and performing the final self-check, Trent looked at Yuri Olov, who was sitting in the back with a livid face, and said contemptuously: "We are here, big businessman."

Yuri Olov finally couldn't hold back anymore, he rushed out of the spaceship with a stride and vomited it out with a wow. As a result, the engineering robot who had just come over to overhaul the spaceship spit out his face.

The vomit covered the robot's sensors, and it ran around like a blind man and then hit another robot holding oil with a bang.

"Oh! I... FUCK! What the hell is this place?!" Yuri cursed, being sprayed all over his body with engine oil.

Trent walked over, threw a towel on Yuri's face and said, "Welcome to Tatooine, great merchant."

Yuri wiped his face with a towel and said in embarrassment: "I'm just an ordinary businessman, Mr. Trent. Everyone gets what they need."

"I'll charge you for the cost of cleaning up these disgusting things at the scene! Trent." The person who spoke was Truda from Nicoto, who runs the spaceship berth. When he came last time, Trent followed He got acquainted, "By the way, what about Kunto and the others? Didn't they come?"

"It's still inside." With a smile, Trent picked up a steel pipe from the ground, then slammed a few times on the nearby oil drum, "Let's go Kunto! Let's go have a drink."

Hearing the urging, Quinto and Felassie, who were inside the cabin, ran out, and Felassie was still a little disheveled.

Seeing their appearance, Trent laughed knowingly, patted Quinto on the shoulder and said, "Hey brother! You are not in such a hurry, are you? The cabin of the Lancer is not soundproof!"

Quinto said with some embarrassment: "No...no, we just..."

"You said, it took me a lot of trouble to get the Supreme Commander to agree to bring you two out. You won't cause me any trouble, will you?" Trent said with a smile and put his arms around Kunto's shoulder, and he patted Kunto's shoulder With a light flick of his fingers, a bug the size of a button was stuck under Quinto's collar.

"Let's go! Drink! It's been a long time since I've had a drink on Tatooine, hahaha!" Felassie had already tidied up her clothes generously and walked out as if nothing had happened.

On the other side, Yuri did not know when he had a chat with the old man Truda. He took out a pack of cigarettes, smoked himself, and then lit another for Truda. Seeing Truda, who was coughing and smoking for the first time, he laughed, and then hugged him familiarly and said, "Hey old man, has anything major happened here recently?"

"Everything that happens in Tatooine is fighting and killing! But what is this thing you smoked for me? It seems...uh..." Truda sniffed, the effect of nicotine made him a little drunk, tongue He also started to tie knots, and he could barely speak clearly. He hesitated for a long time before saying: "Tell me about Mos Eisley, there is a group of Botha people who are doing things recently, and their leader is called Broderick-Gravel, just smashed up the spaceship repair shop run by the Quarren a few days ago."

"Ha, this is too bad. Where are they?" Yuri smiled and handed him another cigarette.

"Mos Eisley...Northwest District...hahahahahahaha! This feels really great!!" Truda took the cigarette, lit it awkwardly, and jumped to the music next to him He danced and spoke incoherently.

"These are aliens? They react so much to cigarettes?" It was Vitali Olov, Yuri's younger brother, who spoke. He has brown curly hair and beautiful blue eyes, a little decadent, and he is a very handsome young man.

"Yes, alien, didn't I tell you before? Don't make a fuss. There are tens of thousands of aliens in this galaxy!" Yuri said, patting his brother on the shoulder.

"No... no, you have to know that these are aliens! I have only seen them in movies before! Are you sure they are not actors in costumes?" Vitali became excited.

"Listen to Vitaly, if you continue like this, you may get into trouble. Some aliens are not easy to deal with." Trent reminded.

"And what if we sell them cigarettes?" Vitali was quick-witted, and immediately thought of other problems.

"Maybe, but the environment in Dawn Star is not suitable for growing tobacco. It must be planted in a fully enclosed environment, and the yield should not be high. Moreover, I am not interested in such harmful things." Yuri said to himself Light a cigarette.

"Compared to cigarettes, guns kill people." Vitali shook his head, "If we can open up the market for cigarettes..."

"Hehe..." Yuri took a puff of cigarette, and then spit out a column of smoke into the sky, "AK-47 will not cause lung cancer. Believe me, Vitali, if it is true as the administrator said, there will be an outbreak that will sweep the entire galaxy. If there are countless planetary wars, then cigarettes are really nothing."